When the yellow sheep crossed, Song Yang was stunned for a while...... He had been following the sandmen, keeping the Han woman in his sight all the time, and if there were no accidents, he would have easily gotten into her tent tonight.

I didn't expect to meet the yellow sheep halfway, such a large group of animals, the loess covered the sky everywhere they passed, and the sand people were even more chaotic in order to hunt the team, how could Song Yang still keep an eye on people. But by nature, Song Yang was not in a hurry, anyway, he could be sure that the Han girl would become in the barbarian ranks, and if she couldn't find it tonight, she would find it tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow.

relaxed his mind, he was not idle, and took advantage of the chaos to get himself a yellow sheep. With the strength of his hands, the yellow sheep had no room to struggle, and he was directly pressed to the ground.

Song Yang thinks very simply, keep it alive now, and kill it when he wants to eat it, to ensure freshness... But the yellow sheep's temperament is stubborn, and he keeps fluttering under his hands, without a moment of rest, and he would rather exhaust himself to death depending on the posture. It didn't take long for Song Yang to relent, seeing that the barbarians in the distance had caught countless yellow sheep, they couldn't finish a meal anyway, anyway, they could find good meat if they went in and turned around after dark, and they didn't kill their own heads, so they got up and let go, wanting to release them.

Unexpectedly, the yellow sheep struggled, only to jump up and fall to the ground again, I don't know if it was pressed by Song Yang or it struggled desperately, and one of its front legs was broken.

The sheep had no expression on its face, but it repeatedly picked up and fell, although it was weak but kept shouting, it still made people feel distressed to look at and listen, Song Yang lost his memory, and he didn't remember that he was a first-class doctor in the world, but for some reason he just felt that he might be able to help, and reached out to hold the injured leg of the yellow sheep and found the broken bone for a while. The injury is not difficult to treat, but there is no splint in his hand, there is no substitute in the wasteland, and no matter how good the doctor is, he can't deal with the fracture, Song Yang has no choice, so he has to tie the sheep with clothes first, and then wait patiently.

It was midnight again, the barbarian camp fell into a deep sleep, Song Yang sneaked in again, smelled all the way and searched all the way, drilled countless tents, and was busy until dawn and failed to find the target, but stole a lot of good meat, and took a few branches and ropes that could be used as splints.

Song Yang, who searched for most of the night, also noticed that compared with yesterday, tonight's vigilance was slightly different, not how the internal vigilance was, but externally, especially in the northwest and the direction where the yellow sheep flock was coming, the vigilance was extremely strict, and the sturdy barbarian warriors stayed awake all night, patrolling back and forth, I don't know what to guard against, or the barbarians think that there will be another group of yellow sheep behind?

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The Ban Master guessed correctly, but also did not get all of them, the king of Sand ordered a group of guards not to participate in the work, and indeed had the intention of setting up an ambush to arrest Song Yang, but not all the guards were used to arrest people, and most of them were sent to patrol the northwest tonight.

After losing his memory, Song Yang was very relaxed, left the camp before dawn, hummed a song to splint the sheep, ate meat comfortably, and took advantage of the night to lie down and sleep for a while.

For the next two days, the Shamin never set off again. Song Yang was also happy to rest with him, taking care of the sheep during the day, and going into the camp to find someone at night, but there was no good luck on the first night, the Han girl was like a beautiful dream, inadvertently encountered, and when she wanted to concentrate on looking for it, she disappeared.

On the Shamin's side, after eating meat at the king's order, there was a lot of jubilation in the camp for two days, as if all the hardships and pains in the past life and this life could be exchanged for two days of eating meat, which was worth it. Everyone in the clan was satisfied, and the smile on their faces never faded. However, during the camp, the vigilance in the northwest direction was never relaxed, and the class and the porcelain doll 'in the mountains' failed to detect this abnormality.

After two days and three nights, a total of seven meals, the sand people almost ate all the yellow sheep they caught, and in the early morning of the third day, the sand people were busy again, packed up the camp and dismantled the tents and set off again. Song Yang naturally followed the team, but now he had a problem: the injured sheep.

If the bone is broken, it will not be healed in a day or two, and if it is thrown away now, why should it be saved in the first place? Song Yang hesitated, simply picked up the guy and hurried away, laughing as he walked, originally caught the sheep to eat it, but he didn't think that he would end up being a good person, and he was really asking for trouble. But after laughing, he frowned again...... He knew very well that he didn't have any feelings for this beast in his heart, let alone liking it, and the reason why he would spare it, save it, and even take it with him now was more because of a vague feeling in the depths of his heart.

It's a strange feeling, and it's hard to explain. As if he was learning from whom? Or who is it influenced by? It seems that there is a person who is very close to him who is a good person, and when he sees injured and wandering animals, he will take care of and adopt them, and he will be exposed to them, and after a long time, he will have inertia, so he will treat this kind of person.

Song Yang thought to himself, maybe there was a kind-hearted person among his close relatives who had a soft and kind temperament. Unfortunately, he pondered all the way from the morning until noon, and he couldn't remember who the person was when he thought of his skull.

Shamin's team was vast, all the way to the northwest, two days of cultivation, everyone ate well and slept well, and there was strength under their feet when they were in a hurry, but they had only walked for half a day, and at noon, the team suddenly stopped...... The sky was overcast from the morning, the clouds became heavier and the air became more and more viscous, and now it seemed to have frozen, so suffocating that you had to use your strength to breathe normally.

At this moment, the Sand King had brought his team to a relatively high place, and seeing that the heavy rain was coming, he ordered the team to stop their advance and gather together to camp on the spot and build a canopy.

Soon after, a purple arc pierced through the heavens and the earth, and then thunder rolled and shook all directions, and heavy rain poured down.

The dreaded rain was depressing, and the sandfolks looked different, as if something was going to happen. At this time, suddenly a low horn pierced the roar of the heavy rain, and spread to every corner of the camp.

Song Yang heard the movement of the sand people from a distance, and approached with the help of the rain curtain to hide his heart, and looked at them with curiosity as to what they planned to do.

Obviously, it should be a special ceremony, in the horn of individual sandmen out of the canopy, gathered together in twos and threes, and finally gathered into a team of more than 100 people.

More than 100 sand people, both men and women, of different ages, from young to old, these people without exception, both men and women, all naked and wearing only a short skin, lined up in a row and sat cross-legged in the cold rain.

Following the sand king and the high priest of the clan also walked side by side into the rainstorm, and when they came to this group of people, the two of them were not shirtless, but on the contrary, they were dressed very neatly, and the high priest was covered with all kinds of ornaments that symbolized divine power, and his hands were open to meet the rain, and his steps were staggered, and he slowly circled around his fellow people on the ground; The mouth is full of chanting and praying aloud in brute language.

The prayer probably lasted for a stick of incense, and it didn't matter if it was in good weather, but it was sincere enough to continue for so long in the cold and heavy rain of autumn. After singing the tune of the prayer to the gods, the high priest took an hourglass out of his bosom and placed it on the ground, and then the priest and the king turned and walked back to the canopy, leaving only the hundred or so people to continue to sit in place.

Everyone's faces were worried, some muttering prayers with their eyes closed, others staring at the hourglass with wide eyes......

The hourglass walked neither fast nor slowly, and after about half an hour's effort, the last grain of sand finally fell, in exchange for the cheers of the sand people in unison, and more than 100 people sitting on the ground were also relieved, standing up with joyful faces, laughing loudly, hugging each other to celebrate. Song Yang was confused from a distance, and Shamin's bathing ritual really made him unable to understand.

At this time, the high priest and the sand king stepped forward again, unlike last time, behind the two, there was an entourage holding a huge wooden box, the high priest commanded something, more than 100 sand people in the rain stepped forward one by one, reached into the box and took out a parchment roll each, and handed it directly to the sacrifice without looking at it, this Song Yang could understand, they were drawing lots.

Next, the ordinary priests stepped forward and divided the more than 100 sand people into four teams according to the lot, and brought them into the canopy that had been prepared long ago in four directions, southeast, northwest, and north.

The priests and others retreated, leaving the sand king standing in place, his voice sonorous and pious, preaching loudly to all the sand people, his words Song Yang didn't understand at all, but he could hear that the sand king's voice was extremely loud, and it was definitely not a voice that ordinary people could shout, this person's internal strength foundation was very good, and he should have practiced superior martial arts.

The sand king's preaching was short-lived, and soon came to an end, and at last he waved his hand and let out a loud roar, followed by the sound of a trumpet.

The four canopies scattered by more than 100 sand people rolled up, and each walked out of a person, unlike before, at this moment they were wearing battle armor, holding sharp blades, and after saluting the sand king, they dispersed, bowed down and raised their knives to make a fighting momentum, and the horn stopped and no other orders were needed, and the four of them roared in unison, wielding sharp blades and rushing to kill together!

The real life-and-death struggle, the same clan that just hugged each other, has now become a life-and-death enemy, a never-ending killing game in the heavy rain.

And the tens of thousands of Baiyin people outside sang a sad tune in unison, and the three Han people inside and outside the camp could understand that the tune in their mouths was sung a few days ago when they sacrificed to Sampu's death, and it was an elegy.

The fight was short-lived, three sand people were lying in the mud, and there was only one survivor, and blood kept gushing out from several knife wounds on his body, and this person did not have the joy of surviving at all, but lay on the ground and cried loudly.

A priest stepped forward, helped the victor to leave the scene for healing, and dragged away the body of the dead to be buried.

The heavy rain was like a note, and the blood stains were scattered in a blink of an eye, and the horn sounded again, and the second group and four people walked into the canopy, like the previous four people, dressed in leather armor and holding weapons, and began to fight for life and death under the corner of the trumpet, until the last one survived, and then the third group and the fourth group ...... And so on and so forth, every time Ji Lie fights is just the same result: three dead and one alive.

Song Yang looked at it for a while and felt disgusted, frowned and left.

The porcelain doll was also frowning, even if she saw it with her own eyes, she still couldn't believe it, how could the sand people, who had always been united and harmonious, have such a cruel sacrificial ceremony.

More than 100 people were divided into four teams, each team sent one person, if there was no accident, there would be a total of more than 30 gladiatorial battles, but the ceremony of the sand people could not be completed, just to the twentieth game when the clouds dispersed and the rain disappeared, and the sky was blue again.

As soon as the rain stopped, the gladiatorial fight ended, and the victors and the sandmen who had not yet had time to appear dispersed, and each returned to his family as if nothing had happened, helping to dismantle the canopy, inspect the vehicle, and soon set off again......

Perhaps the journey was too boring, and the class man, who had always been indifferent, also became curious this time, and kept talking to the surrounding sand people while walking, and after inquiring about everything, he boarded the cart and went to explain what had just happened to the porcelain doll, and the first thing he said after sitting down was: "Those more than 100 people, all of them are criminals in the clan." ”

or violating the clan rules, or dereliction of duty, it may not be a jiān offense, but at least they have all made mistakes, and the system and system of the sand people are very loose, but they also have a set of standards for measuring right and wrong, and they also have their own set of ways to punish mistakes.

After these wrongdoers are discovered, they will not be punished immediately, but continue to go home to live their own lives, even very 'human', except for important people in the clan such as sacrifices and sand kings, and they don't know that they are sinners...... It is absolutely unbelievable in the Han realm, if the criminal is not dealt with immediately, what if he continues to do evil or escapes?

This is the difference between the sand people and other races, the sand people have a deep-rooted understanding that everyone in the sand is good-hearted, in fact, they are also the same, the system of 'not immediately punishing' has continued among the sand people for an unknown number of people, no one has ever made a mistake again and again, and no one has escaped. Of course, in addition to the difference in nature, the place where the sandmen live is also a huge prison, and if you run out of the camp alone, you can only wander in the wilderness, with almost no chance of survival, and escaping is the most meaningless thing.

The sinner lived his life in the past, and it will continue until a heavy rain or snow falls. The Sha people believe that the water of the sky can cleanse away their sins, so every time there is heavy rain and snow, it is their judgment day and forgiveness day.

In the rain and snow, all sinners will come out and allow themselves to be washed by the waters of heaven in the hope of washing away their sins from their bodies.

The water comes from heaven and represents the gods, and the hourglass that the high priest put out before the gladiatorial fight begins, is the will of the gods, and if the heavy rain stops before the sand leaks, it will be clear that the sins of the sins cannot be washed away, so the gods put away the rain early, and their sins are unforgivable.

In such a case, everyone will be put to death, the corpse will be cremated without entering the earth, and the spirit will be burned, and there will be no room for accommodation.

On the contrary, the heavy rain continues after the sand leaks, and tomorrow God's mercy on sinners allows them to mend their ways. Whether or not sinners survive gladiatorial fights, their souls can be forgiven.

Like all the barbarians who live in primitives, the Sandfolk are not afraid of death, they believe that they will eventually decay but that there is no end to life, and that the spirit is what they really value.

So when the sand drained just now, and seeing that the heavy rain was still going on, everyone from the sinners to the sand people rejoiced, and the sinners were happy because the gods had not abandoned them, and the other sand people were excited because the sinners were still their own people, whether they were alive or dead.

Since you have made a mistake, you must accept the sanction, of course, it is not as simple as drenching in the rain and not being responsible for the past, the hourglass in the rainstorm is only the salvation of the spirit, and the right punishment is the final gladiatorial battle.

The fighting group of four people comes from the fairest draw, and who to kill or who is killed is left to heaven to decide.

It is also because of the belief that no matter who survives, and in the end all of their spirits have been forgiven by the gods, so the cruel gladiatorial battles have become extremely simple in the eyes of the sandmen, and the physical pain or death is only a punishment for the guilt of the crime, but in any case, the souls of the sinners have been redeemed, and they can get eternal life in another world, which is the most important thing.

And when the heavy rain stops during the gladiatorial fight, it represents the weariness of the gods, maybe the god has other things to do, or maybe the god wants to investigate the sinners who have not yet appeared for a while, so the rain stops and the punishment is suspended, and the sinners who do not appear will be rejudged until the next heavy rain.

The class adults have to relish, but the porcelain doll can't arouse too much interest, since Song Yang came, she couldn't sleep well for several nights in a row, and she was in a trance.

Seeing this, Master Ban frowned and persuaded, "If you can sleep, just sleep for a while." ”

Hearing this, the porcelain doll shook her head with a wry smile: "It's good to be able to fall asleep, as soon as I close my eyes, I think about it, I always feel that he is coming into the tent, so I can't help but open my eyes and see... Rather than this, it's better to simply not sleep than to be disappointed by a burst of surprises. ”

When the class tasted the porcelain doll, a smile rolled out on the wrinkled old face: "Do you want to sleep and can't sleep, or don't you want to sleep?" ”

The porcelain doll blinked and laughed: "I don't want to sleep, or I want to wait for him." ”

Having said that, but the serious lack of sleep, so that the body can not support, not long after the resumption of the journey, in the shaking porcelain doll fell asleep, the class master was afraid of disturbing her good dreams, lightly got off the car to walk with the team, on the way to count how many times, the tone was cold to scold the sand people in charge of driving the car, not allowed people to sing, not allowed people to drive too fast, not allowed to wave the whip too loudly......

After setting up the tent, the class asked the sturdy girl in the sand people to help and carried her from the car into the tent, during which she woke up once, opened her eyes and was full of joy, but after seeing the situation around her clearly, her eyes quickly dimmed, and she gently said "thank you" to the sand people, and soon fell asleep again.

At dinner, the class didn't wake her up, but just left a bowl of porridge for her, and she should eat it when she woke up......

I slept in the dark, and I don't know how long it took, the porcelain doll suddenly felt that someone was gently shaking herself, and opened her eyes in a daze and looked: Oh, it's Song Yang.

She muttered, "Are you sleepy?" ”

I turned over and wanted to go back to sleep, but then I was shocked in my head......! It's Song Yang!

The porcelain doll sat up on the ground, blinking hard to make herself see more clearly, it was Song Yang, who was sitting next to him and smiling at herself...... Song Yang, who was smiling, looked polite